Murder Death Kill - Celph Titled

Eso, what up son?

you know how the fuck we do, motherfuckin Demigods

Motherfuckin Army of the Pharoahs

It’s murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey’s on

These microphones, ainno motherfuckin silencers for this shit

Cause when we hold 'em…

We let this shit go off right in they’re fuckin face (let 'em know)

I’m always gettin a suntan on my gun hand cuz I keep the burner out

Ready to blaze scorchin lead at your fam

So when I give you a pound, it’s really 4

Cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor

Pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold

And hope they write some nice words when they carvin your stone

«here lies a noble man who got brave stuck out his chest bone»

Beef with Celph Titled now this grave is what he calls home

Get your gaul stone put in a jar in a lab

Even the coroner got sick and had to barf in a bag

Your boyfriend said you was a marvelous fag

And in drag thought you was God like the carpenters dad

You said I wasn’t rippin shit properly?

The magnitude of my gangsta is a motherfuckin scientific anomoly

With a strange collection of weapons I got a good assortment

Come close and ima cut you with a mercedes hood ornament

Yo, you talkin loud homeboy we never heard of you

Put your little record out, nobody never heard of you

Went to your city, and they said they never heard of you

So we usin motherfuckin bars of death to murder you

It’s murder death kill

Or it’s kill death murder

Celph push they wig back

ES push it back further

You comin out your face?

We handle beef to the bone marrow

No matter if it’s demi gods

Or army of the pharoahs

We beheadin your heroes steady&ready for eddie guerro

Theoretically your chance of deadin me zero

Give up your petty dinero.

We medically and poetically my machete is ready

Me men don’t need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close

?

shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals

Bars of death connected like money fresh off the press

An old carcass left in the fetal position no people listen

Record spinnin but the needle is skippin

I never needed permission in sayin I don’t believe in religion

I believe in peepin a lethal evil tradition

I believe in merkin enemies with precision feedin the fish?

G’s in my vision

Your styles infintile seek out a pediatrician

It be another emcee missin on the evenin edition

Yea, DC, with the sinister track.